You can't make yesterdays come again,
No matter how hard you try.
For yesterdays are yesterdays,
They make room for todays good byes.
They form all the beauty of the seasons,
And with some of them, bring us pain.
But if we never had our yesterdays,
We'd have one day like another the same.
So make the best of what you have right now,
That's all you need to do.
And let your yesterdays become your tomorrows,
A part of tomorrows yesterdays for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I never really thought about it this way. thank you for posting this. beyond just a 10.